Tianhai Xuanjun

The sky is the deep sea. The creatures born in the deep dark ocean and the gods born in the stars high in the sky have trapped mortals on the land like a capsized boat. The young man who was teasingly gifted with blessings by a superior being, and whose life was taken away from him like a cricket, woke up again in a body like a living corpse, looking at this land of despair. Or close your eyes and let the world dream away. Either fight the immortals and kill the gods and fight their way out. ——The young man carries the sky on his back and steps on the earth. Just draw the sword.